Smidgens
Snippets of blue and clouds
Poke through rafters
That once held meaning.
Still, something walks
Within the ruins
Weathered old boots…and
Ashen hands, brushing
Stone, steel, and rust
Feeling along debris
As if it were night
In the summer shade.
Outside, where tourists
Muffle the sound of the falls.
Young summer types
Adorned in shimmering
Glacier melt, current dripping
From plump elbows
Dash about, in the radiance.
Look from the open air
Into worn out windows
Unaware of how much
Walking ghosts do.
Lovely mixture of present and past – temporal human construction now in ruins and everlasting nature of the falls and youthful wonderment and imagination.
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This was beautiful!
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Thanks Roberta!
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Love the combination of image and poem
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haunting!
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This is an interesting take! When I originally read it, I was wondering if the ghosts were the previous inhabitants of the ruins watching over the tourists.
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One of your best, Elan! Loved “Feeling along debris / As if it were night / In the summer shade.” At the lake beach near us, we have the same “Young summer types / Adorned in shimmering / Glacier melt, current dripping / From plump elbows.” I especially liked the ending, which could be ghost-ghosts, or just the ghosts of our young summer selves. 🙂
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I love old ruins. The evoke so much more feeling than a functioning building.
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Thanks my friend. I’m honored. I will have something available soon.
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Another winner. I admire the concrete details made abstract through imagery. You could publish this as one of your best. Meaning, maybe a book of your poems is about ready to be published.
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Lovely !
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